[Intro]
Who y'all talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
To all the n***as that be f**in mad b**hes
In other n***as cribs
Thinkin sh** is sweet
n***a creep up on your a**, hahaha
Live n***as respect it, check it
[Verse 1]
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherf**in hoes for ya
n***as think Frankie p**y whipped, n***a picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that a** fat
She got a body make a n***a wanna eat that, I'm f**in with you
The b**h official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit, if she trippin disappearin like Arsenio
Yo, the b**h push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find the deal with her, she f** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em
The sh** she kicked, all the sh**'s legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
n***a tricked ridiculous, the sh** was plush
She's stressin me to f**, like she was in a rush
We f**ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his a** while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the gra**
She giggle, sayin' "I'm smokin' on home-grown"
Then I heard the moan, "honey I'm home!"
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "b**h, you better talk to him
Before this fifth put a spark to him
f** around sh** get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg."
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I co*ks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will though, I probably chill though
Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the b**h, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope."
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the b**h up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, n***a comin off some love potion sh**
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the gla** screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash
A hundred cash just don't shoot my a**, please!"
n***a pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my n***as on the cell
"Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh"
[Outro]
Yo man, y'all n***as ain't gonna believe what the f** happened to me. Remember that b**h I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this b**h playa this b**h f**in' run them ol' Knick a** n***as and sh**. I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five n***as, I don't know. Anyway I'm up in the motherf**in spot. So boom I'm up in the p**y, whatever whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook, Daddy - but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the n***a comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the b**h all shook she sends the n***a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh**. She gettin mad nervous, I said f** that man! I'm the n***a, you know how we do it, n***a, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf**in face. Gagged that b**h up, played the kizzack. Soon this n***a comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the gla**. Looked like the n***a pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh f** it. This n***a runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that b**h was a shiesty b**h cuz! Word to mother I used to f** her cousin but you ain't know that! You wouldn't know that sh**. Really though.) I threw all that motherf**in money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo n***a got some lye, y'all got some lye? *conversation fades out*